tin foil curls and dramz

the other day i was at home.  and i was bored.  and since watching real housewives of orange county reruns on hulu wasn't cutting it and shitler was in the spare bedroom doing "work related things" (he assured me he wasn't watching porn) i thought i would dive in and try some random hair curling video i saw on the interwebz.  i didn't think it would actually work (contrary to watching the video and seeing it really work) because i feel like every time you see something on the interwebz that's supposed to work it just doesn't.  BUT THIS DID.  and it involved wrapping chunks of my hair in tin foil and then heating said tin foils full of my hair with a hair straightener and then shitler was all "is that how you're going to go to dinner?  like that?  like you're going to a 1920s party?"  and i was like "yes.  is that a problem?"  

and then he just kind of murmured under his breath because it looked a tad ridiculous right out the foils.  and then i was all "YOU'RE IN LUCK!  I HAVE TWO EXTRA TIN FOILS.  i'll do your hair."  and obviously he was thrilled and obviously it worked on his hair.  and i got totally overly excited and attempted to take a picture and then shitler snapped and this ensued:
shitler: YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE PICTURES OF WHATEVER YOU WANT.
me: uh ya i can.
but i, nonetheless, retreated from the spare bedroom carefully and sat on the couch. then he yelled some more.
shitler:  I'M NOT SOME DOLL YOU CAN JUST DRESS UP HOWEVER YOU WANT.
**my internal dialog:  wait.  he isn't?  i've made a horrible marriage mistake.**
knowing that it's best not to poke the beast that is shitler when he's all riled up i just stewed in my own silence and continued to watch the saga that is "did gretchen rossi get offered a part on malibu country or is she just just lying?"  and then a few minutes later i heard, dejectedly might i add, "you can come take your picture."  and then i cackled with glee.  but didn't bother to take the picture because at that point my laziness had taken over.

mushy brain soup need not apply

i like to think that i only half-failed on my plan to not drink until v-day (you can read about that declaration here).
i have legit reasoning - I SWEAR.

i came to that crazy decision on friday and then the owner of the company i work for was all "hey, good job everyone, let's shut it down and go to the bar!"  and i was all "uhhhhh, shit."  but then i was all muttering to myself "i need to go.  i would be a bad employee if i didn't."  and then i realized it's BUSINESS DRINKING - so it really doesn't count as recreational drinking which would have been in direct violation of my previous no drinking declaration.  and people totally understood that.  hence these tweets:

the tweet from @bullsbears, the picture from @hintzilla

but then the rest of my weekend was shockingly less alcohol involved.
certainly not a dry weekend because i think that would shock my system and cause more harm then good so i think that maybe i should just wean myself off the sauce little by little and then maybe do two weeks of no booze.  
stay tuned.

so the weekend looked like this: 

his face - i can't handle it.  just so dumb looking.

so ya - apparently when you're not drunk the entire weekend you get get things done.

like crafts, and taking pictures of icicles, and also not cleaning (which you can read about here).

but you know whose weekend was filled with booze?

shitler's.

he pulled that whole "i'm going to the bar and just having a drink."  

and that turned into "shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots - errrrrrrrrrrrrrrybody."  

and then he jogged home at bar close time across the lake.  

sidenote - he was surprisingly un-winded when he got home.

THEN - on sunday he flipped the snowmobile he was on.  if not for the helmet his brain would have been a mushy pile of goo.  so currently he's just feeling like a geriatric.  big ups for helmets ya'all.

please tell me your weekend was more exciting then mine.  if this is what a dry weekend looks like i'm going to need to do something to spice things up.  i'm thinking more pickles.

was your weekend low-key?

or was it exciting in a "i just flipped a snow mobile three times and survived" type of way?

Photo Challenge Motherfuckers.

now that i'm not drinking because of this damn diet i've found that i'm not only more productive but i'm apt to actually follow through on things that i say i'm going to do. 
shocking.  i know.
a lady on flickr posted a photo challenge for 2K12 and i've accepted said challenge.  but only the weekly one.  because the daily one is far too much work.
week one theme: NEW

new habits, new lifestyle, new hobbies, new awesome fucking pincushion snap bracelet.
same attitude though.
also, i'm obsessed with making pillowcases. 

and for the record.  it's been 63 days.  63 days without a drop of alcohol.
i really miss vodka. 
p.s.  happy fucking new year.

Martha Motherfucking Stewart

i've been sewing. 

and i'm happy to report that i still have all of my fingers and they haven't been sewn together.  so in my opinion - even if i didn't have anything to show for my endeavors - i'm still winning.

so here's my baby. 
i haven't named her yet.  i'm taking suggestions.

[caption id="attachment_788" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="she's so damn good looking."][/caption]

i've been to joann fabrics two, too many times and spent far too much money. 
it may or may not be my new favorite place.

[caption id="attachment_789" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="some of my haul."][/caption]

here are my first two projects.  they took me forever.  mainly because i'm terrible at re-threading the machine and have to have lincoln do it for me. 
he gets real annoyed. 

[caption id="attachment_792" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="here's a placemat i'll never use. but it's cute."][/caption]

 

 

[caption id="attachment_796" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="a seat cushion for my ass. because that chair is damn uncomfortable."][/caption]

 

i've been mildly successful.  and i like that.

i've got a lot on my list of things to make.

curtains.

potholders.

pillowcases.

more placemats.

weird things for the cat to wear.

 

the opportunities are endless.  well.  there is a limit.  because i'm not good and my projects still tend to look like shit.